I have been many things
In other Autumns, other Springs -
But, since my heart touched grief,
I have become a leaf
With neither will nor mind,
Light as the air.
Whatever wind shall find
me, I shall go,
As lightly as a leaf would blow,
Now here, now there...
No matter where.
Leaves do not care.
In other Autumns, other Springs -
But, since my heart touched grief,
I have become a leaf
With neither will nor mind,
Light as the air.
Whatever wind shall find
me, I shall go,
As lightly as a leaf would blow,
Now here, now there...
No matter where.
Leaves do not care.
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